Today started out with me buried under my blankets. Turns out most of my blog posts start out this way. The love for partying and staying up late kills a lot of my sleep. I end up saying: "I'm doing homework." until 3am and only get a few hours before I have to get ready for school. I wish I lived closer to school, that way I wouldn't have to wake up so fucking early. My sister's birthday is today! I woke up before her and jumped on her bed screaming "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". Of course, she looked at me like I was crazy and told me to get out so that she could sleep. Unfortunately she's sick, so she has a stuffy nose and stomach ache. Happy 12th, sis.
I acted crazy during first period. We had the class for an hour and a half and I just couldn't sit still. Actually, I can never sit still. Well, we had to do work on graphing calculators, so I got overexcited, jumped around and started screaming. Something is mentally wrong with me. Most likely A.D.D. Don't judge me! It's possible. So, when we had to press a certain button on the calculator, I'd scream out "YAY! I DID IT!" and this girl next to me would just laugh at how excited I'd get over it. Playing the stereotypical dumb blonde (chinese filipino). LOLJK!
Third period French 2. Oh, god. I failed so badly at presenting a CUP. A cup. How hard it is to present a cup?! Well, apparently it's a challenge for special people like me. The teacher told me to get the glass cup next to the plastic one. I wasn't listening and picked up the plastic cup several times; putting it down and picking it up again. I'm amazing at French! Everybody is jealous of my talent. When I finally got the correct cup, I had to place it on the table next to a bunch of other items. Of course, I had a problem with that as well. I couldn't tell my left from right. This was one of my saddest moments in French ever. I shall hide my face in shame now.
Lunch time. We walk to BSA auditions, walk down the hill from school, walk back up deciding it was too late and we'd be late for class if we didn't hurry back, we watch HipHop club practice a dance to PYT (Pretty Young Thing) then went off to fifth period English.
My parents are deciding which honors English class I should take in Sophmore year. I would die in AP English, literally. OH, aside from that, I think the Sophmore's have cooler t-shirts than Freshman. Sophisticated Sophmores. I think that's way awesome than Flawless Freshman. (No offence to other freshies out there.) The t-shirts for Sophmores is a simple white shirt with a bowtie. Damn, that's what I call sexy. Well, during English, I bombed a Greek God test and almost fell asleep. Horray!
After school, I fell asleep in the hallway and was woken up by two certain people that don't know when to stay still! Just kidding...maybe...not. I tried doing a split in the air. Oh, god. I hurt my thighs the first time from stretching it too much. I actually did the jump though. ; u ; I should've taken ballet, but I decided not to since I loved swimming more. Now what sucks is is that I can't do swimming because I'm too poor and have breathing problems. Hopefully *hinthint* somebody will take me swimming during the Summer. Actually, that was a hint to basically anyone who read this sentence.
Well, today ended with this sentence(plus the last one) and a thought. Good day to you, sir.
